Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25433946-20141011060324/@comment-25430487-20141011060845

Lawrence watches from his bunk, his nose in a book, as Daniel packs his things up. "Are you... going somewhere?" he asks, lifting his head up as Daniel scurries about the room.

At 3pm, there doesn't seem to be anyone around in the bunker, other than Daniel. It remains eerily quiet: The sterile smell of the filtered air and the hum of the florescent lighting seems more prominent this afternoon.